Every night do I have confab
And frends keep asking of her
'When will she come...?
I'm in keen to see the sonsy dame'
Every night do I see her musicality
Siting on the facade singing
Her fingers on C-major
Mine on A-flat
Both in chord alternating duet
'My heart is yours...
To you do I give my love
Every night do I see mindfully
The constant image of her face
Shining like one of the heavenlies.
I lingered over her face
But in the darkness of my doubts
She lifted the lamp of love
And I saw in her face
The road that I should take.
Every night shall be a day
So say Fortune
The face of the African Angel
Shall mine face
That her knees fall in submission
Becos she's a been-to
Who sees me a responsible bloke
Whose future is translucent and promising
The two shall one be
And have same rhythm of love
Insomnolence shall then be horny night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem